Liao Chu and the people from Yunding Gate all looked at Jiang Fan with hatred, and the hatred value rose sharply, Jiang Fan suddenly pulled to more than 10,000 hatred values, two sips of wine for so many hatred values, enough.

"In the next round, the Jingse monk of Nanguo Temple will face Lin Wu of the Badi Lin family."

The host announced loudly, but Lin Wu, who was full of confidence just now, trembled all over, and his eyes were just staring at the kettle in Jiang Fan's hand.

That's right, he can kill people by leapfrogging, and the general Xuan-level first-level Lin Wu doesn't pay attention to it, but no matter how good he is, he can't beat the middle of the Xuan-level level, if Jiang Fan also drinks, then he still farts?

"What? Turtle grandson, are you scared? Jiang Fan walked up to the high platform with the kettle and looked at Lin Zifang and Lin Wu with a smile on his face, I am afraid that of all the sect disciples here, only Jiang Fan dares to talk to the Lin family like this.

"It turns out that the Lin family is also afraid."

All the sects did not speak, even if many people were thinking about the Lin family's jokes and waiting for the moment when the Lin family opened their mouths to admit defeat, but no one dared to say it, let alone applaud.

But at this time, a voice sounded, Jiang Fan looked sideways, it was a young and handsome young man, it was Li Fengyu.

Li Fengyu was dissatisfied with the Lin family's insult to Elder Chen in the morning, and when he saw Jiang Fan teasing the Lin family, he felt greatly relieved, and immediately shouted out, Jiang Fan smiled at him.

"Wind and rain, what are you doing?" Elder Chen generally pulled Li Fengyu back.

"The turtle grandson of the Lin family, your uncle and I are impatient." Jiang Fan sat in the ring with his bare head, calm and relaxed, and the Lin family's disciple's face was blue with anger.

After thousands of calculations, no one expected Jiang Fan to have such a move. You can drink to improve your cultivation, no wonder you were able to agree to fight against Lin Wu yesterday, and you made another mistake.

How could Lin Zifang and the others not understand that if Jiang Fan drank wine and became the middle stage of the Xuan level like that Zhang Xueting, he would be able to defeat Lin Wu without two moves, or even kill him with one palm.

The current situation is very clear, if you go up, you will die, if you don't go up, the Lin family will lose face, and no matter how you choose, it will not be good for the Lin family. Lin Zifang hated Jiang Fan.

"Silent bald donkey. If you have the ability, don't drink. Lin Wu shouted stubbornly, he felt that if he didn't go up, for the sake of the Lin family's reputation, Lin Zifang would still force himself to go. There is no way. It is only possible to make such a request, which everyone knows is an unreasonable demand.

The audience booed. Li Fengyu was about to be sarcastic, but was glared at fiercely by Elder Chen, and had to retreat.

No one in the audience spoke. But Lin Wu is not a stupid pig, of course he knows what these people are thinking, he will die if he goes up today, and if he doesn't go up, he will lose face, how can he gain a foothold in the ancient martial arts world in the future.

Aggro is increased by 10.

"Okay, I'll do what you want, Jingmei, and then."

Jiang Fan threw the kettle at Qian Tingyi, and Qian Tingyi took it easily.

"Whew"

This time the boos were even louder, none of the disciples of the sect understood Jiang Fan's approach, everyone knew that Lin Wu was killing people by leaping the level, he was in the early stage of a Xuan level, maybe that wine was his only possibility of winning, what is it to leave the ring now? Looking for death?

Li Fengyu also looked at Jiang Fan in astonishment, only feeling that Jiang Fan was acting rashly, and felt sorry for Jiang Fan in his heart, if he was defeated by Lin Wu like this, the price of his spirit would be too great.

Lin Wu was stunned for a second, and then rejoiced, "If you want to find death, it's no wonder that I'm going to die." He sneered in his heart and immediately went to the ring.

"There is such a miraculous wine in the world, and when I kill this little bald donkey, I will take it and see it."

Lin Zifang looked at the wine in Qian Tingyi's hand, at this time, Zhang Xueting's effectiveness after drinking had almost disappeared, and Lin Zifang knew that this kind of wine could only be added to cultivation for a short time.

But even this is very remarkable, for a prefecture-level master, even if he adds a small level, the strength will increase exponentially, and many times it can play an unimaginable role.

If Lin Zifang knew that this was the brewing of alchemy's herbs, if he added a small level of the prefecture level, he also needed a herb that could be directly promoted to a small level to brew, and he would definitely abandon the idea of brewing wine immediately.

"Little bald donkey, I'll let you know the price of arrogance today." Lin Wu stood on the stage, his long sword shook, and his voice and sword qi emanated at the same time.

"Coincidentally, I also want to say this to your Lin family." Jiang Fan still sat on the ground and smiled at Lin Wudao.

"Look for death."

Lin Wu stabbed Jiang Fan with his sword, Jiang Fan's body moved backwards entirely, and the magic power suddenly emanated, how could Lin Wu resist the powerful magic power, Jiang Fan lifted the King Kong long stick and pointed at Lin Wu's head in an orderly manner.

"Poof."

The King Kong long stick hit Lin Wu's head firmly, which was a normal Xuan-level initial strength, but Lin Wu's own cultivation was not as good, and he was knocked solid by this stick, and suddenly his eyes were full of stars, and he didn't even know where he was standing.

Lin Zifang stood up all of a sudden, and looked at the ring suspiciously, Lin Wu has always been known for his fast movements and accurate moves, how could he be hit by Jiang Fan's clumsy stick? If Lin Wu's speed was so slow, how could he cross the level and kill people?

But what appeared in front of everyone's eyes was Lin Wu stabbing at Jiang Fan, and before he could hand over the sword, he was knocked on the head by Jiang Fan with a stick, and his dodge speed was not as good as that of an ordinary mid-level yellow level.

I'm afraid that only Lin Wu himself knows in the audience, and he doesn't know what he is bound by, so he can't move at all.

"Poof"

Jiang Fan was another stick, knocking Lin Wu's long sword away, taking advantage of Lin Wu's inability to find the north, the stick kept beckoning Lin Wu's whole body, the left stick, the right stick, the last stick, the next stick, Lin Wu was beaten all over the ground looking for teeth, and there was no resistance at all.

"Puff Puff Puff"

All the people who were going to see how Lin Wu crossed the level to kill people and learn his kendo experience were stunned, and looked at Jiang Fan on the stage beating Lin Wu like a dog.

"I want you to find death, I want you to be arrogant, I want you to be lawless, I want your grandfather to throw the kettle......"

Jiang Fan scolded while beating, where is this martial arts competition, it is clearly a big man beating a disabled person who has no power to resist, Lin Wu curled up on the ground, hugged his head and legs and was beaten, and after a while, he was beaten all over his body and was dying.

Everyone in the Lin family was shocked, this was not the time to investigate how Lin Wu lost his combat power, if he continued to fight like this, Lin Wu would be beaten to death.

"Lin Wu, admit defeat." A disciple of the Lin family shouted out, and Lin Zifang glanced at him fiercely, but now he has no choice, Lin Wu has only one way but to admit defeat, death.

But Lin Wu seemed to be very arrogant on the stage, he didn't say a word, he just cared about being beaten, of course Jiang Fan was not polite, the stick kept hitting Lin Wu, and in the end, Lin Wu was finally killed on the stage.

Dying brought out more than seventy hatred values for Jiang Fan, and the first move was restrained by Jiang Fan's strange power, and then he could only be beaten passively, and later he also wanted to beg for mercy, but his tongue was frozen.

In front of all the warriors like this, he was beaten to death by life and death, and he died so unjustly, how could Lin Wu not hate.

"Huh, out of gas?" Jiang Fan was surprised, walked over and touched Lin Wu's nose, startled, and immediately folded his hands: "Amitabha, good, good, the little monk has made a killing, and he is guilty of sin." ”

Jiang Fan turned to Lin Zifang and shouted, "Elder Lin, I'm sorry, I beat your apprentice to death, but you can't blame me, your apprentice has not begged for mercy, and I can't help it." ”

In addition to Jiang Fan's voice in the entire square, the falling needles can be heard, and the competition in Shennongjia is not without casualties, but there are many deaths in each session, but the death of a disciple of the Lin family is the first time.

In the past, of course, it was impossible for all the disciples of the Lin family to advance, and some were defeated, but if they could win the disciples of the Lin family, no one dared to kill the disciples of the Lin family, and they were hated by the Lin family, so there would be good fruits to eat.

Lin Wu was the first disciple of the Lin family to die in the competition.

Lin Wu was beaten to death by Jiang Fan in the ring, plus Lin Xiaofan, who was killed by Qianting before, and Lin Xiaomo, who was poisoned by seven insects and seven flowers.

This is no longer a matter of not giving face to the Lin family and provoking the authority of the Lin family, this is already a great enmity of life and death.

At the moment when Lin Wu died, the hatred value of everyone in the Lin family towards Jiang Fan rose, and Lin Zifang suddenly added twenty points of hatred value, and now Lin Zifang really didn't know how to go back and explain to the old patriarch.

The hatred has increased by tens of thousands.

"In this round of competition, Jiang Fan of Nanguo Temple won." After a long time, the host announced in a small voice, with a trilling tone.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you for your support, I'm so happy to be able to advance to the round of 64, thank you."

No one spoke in the whole square, only Jiang Fan walked down with a smile on his face, holding a stick in both hands on the steps, and arched his hand to everyone, like a star who was welcomed by the crowd, and the hatred value of the Lin family rose again.

"Have you had enough?" Jiang Fan walked back to the team of Nanguo Temple while arching his hand, and Qian Tingyi cast a roll of his eyes.

"In the next round of the game, Nanguo Temple Qianting will face Jiangtingmen Li Fei."

"Now it's your turn to play." Jiang Fan smiled at Qian Tingyi.

Li Fei is only a yellow-level late-stage, Qianting is fighting with Xuan-level cultivation, and she won steadily, and she won quickly, not only did Qiantingyi win, but the other monks of Nanguo Temple were promoted.

Yesterday, Jiang Fan drew all the yellow-level disciples of the Great Gate Sect, and the four most powerful ones had been assigned to himself and Qian Tingyi, as well as two Xuan-level monks, and there was no pressure for the other two yellow-level late-stage monks to win.

Except, of course, against the Snow one.

In the second round, the six disciples of Nanguo Temple were promoted, and everyone looked at Nanguo Temple with envy, even if the competition was stopped now, the ranking of Nanguo Temple's sect was much higher than before.

And everyone knows that Nanguo Temple can all be promoted, but it just lets Jingshuimen Baixue, such an amazing record is also rare in the history of Shennongjia competition.

For Jiang Fan, the happiest thing is, of course, not the promotion of the disciples of the Nanguo Temple, but the fact that Qian Tingyi and the others defeated the disciples at the end of the cranes of the various sects, and these disciples could be promoted under the cover of the "horse race" distribution of the sects. (To be continued......)